Dara -ﻃﺎﺭ

Well the ship is about to set sail again. She shall soar on the wind with white sails so large and fair the sun will bath a pleasant shade beneath. The winds may take her far or near, so it always have been. She leaves to wander some foreign territory, whilst those left behind are spoken to ever so seldom. Now the mother sea sends her conquests out with a wave, leaving her stranded on the shore. Her footing fast and uneven, unfamiliar but now her steadfast friends sails the seas leaving her stranded ashore to see them fade into the distance. Still the feeling takes some getting used to, but as they sail away on the horizon the doves can be seen from far across, carrying the words she so desperately crave.